Homes of American Authors: Comprising Anecdotical, Personal, and Descriptive Sketches, by Various Writers ...G. P. Putnam and Company, 1853 - 366 страница |
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... things , in that rich variety of accessories , which is essential to picturesque effect . This was not , however , a success ... thing could have tempted him into the indolence of a comfortable retirement , it 12 HOMES OF AMERICAN AUTHORS .
... things , in that rich variety of accessories , which is essential to picturesque effect . This was not , however , a success ... thing could have tempted him into the indolence of a comfortable retirement , it 12 HOMES OF AMERICAN AUTHORS .
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... thing he has written is not only American in subject and material , but as thoroughly imbued with the national spirit as any such body of works that ever proceeded from the brain and heart of a patriot . It is half a century since he ...
... thing he has written is not only American in subject and material , but as thoroughly imbued with the national spirit as any such body of works that ever proceeded from the brain and heart of a patriot . It is half a century since he ...
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... things , -and in that of Washington Irving there is a completeness and unity sel- dom realized . It accords , in its unchallenged purity , with the harmonious character of the author and the serene attractions of his home . By ...
... things , -and in that of Washington Irving there is a completeness and unity sel- dom realized . It accords , in its unchallenged purity , with the harmonious character of the author and the serene attractions of his home . By ...
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... thing that requires labor or display . I have thought , therefore , of securing to myself a snug corner in some periodical work , where I might , as it were , loll at my ease in my elbow chair , and chat sociably with the public , as ...
... thing that requires labor or display . I have thought , therefore , of securing to myself a snug corner in some periodical work , where I might , as it were , loll at my ease in my elbow chair , and chat sociably with the public , as ...
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... Time , which changes all things , is but slow in its operations upon a Dutchman's dwelling . I found the venerable and quaint little edifice much as I had seen it during the sojourn of Diedrich . There stood his elbow - chair in IRVING .
... Time , which changes all things , is but slow in its operations upon a Dutchman's dwelling . I found the venerable and quaint little edifice much as I had seen it during the sojourn of Diedrich . There stood his elbow - chair in IRVING .
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Страница 337 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Страница 102 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Страница 227 - By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood And fired the shot heard round the world.
Страница 228 - Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee.
Страница 273 - Halfway up the stairs it stands, And points and beckons with its hands From its case of massive oak, Like a monk, who, under his cloak, Crosses himself, and sighs, alas ' With sorrowful voice to all who pass, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever...
Страница 338 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
Страница 302 - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel, crawling foam, The cruel, hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea ; But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the...
Страница 45 - simmer it well : Sweeten jusv, to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain : Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves: And you'll find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee — just Irving.
Страница 254 - Once, ah, once, within these walls, One whom memory oft recalls, The Father of his Country, dwelt. And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt. Up and down these echoing stairs, Heavy with the weight of cares, Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes, within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom, Weary both in heart and head.
Страница 346 - A-raspin' on the scraper, — All ways to once her feelins flew Like sparks in burnt-up paper. He kin' o' 1'itered on the mat Some doubtfle o' the sekle, His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity Zekle.